My voice is a purgatory lie.
a solemn inhuman thread of existence,
the voice of this teeth crackling,
fingers going numb during cold shaky nights.
moist, stinking, moist language of nights.
A honeysuckle stung of a tear marking my white body,
flowerless, wavelengths of blurred nights again and again
you come and sit inside my skull,
you will perhaps have boneless maps of jitters.
And humans stink.
they stink like an abrupt old fist.
Mouths of dry saliva. Hollow and hopeless.
A frenzied attack of humans is like the orange peel.
you wish to unveil the skin,
it pokes your eye like a stencil.
And my mind talks to my heart,
in endearment still unknown
of soiled tattered sheets of oblivion.
Your poems remind me of Sylvia Plath’s works. Your poems reflect existentialism from woman’s perspective. I marvel at the way you create images and make use of metaphors and analogies, the choice of words is excellent. Very post-modernist!! You have a making of a great writer 🙂
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Dear Tanya, you have a heart pure as a snow. Thank you for such charming words. Means a lot!❤️
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My pleasure 🙂 well my heart has stains too but thanks 🙂
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Aww
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🙂
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You and your ingenious lines of prose always bundled in either creativity or truth (or both!) forever astounds me. Today it was right from the start, “My voice is a purgatory lie.” 💜🌸 ~K
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I am writing after a hiatus now. Thank you for reading me still.❤️
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Looks like the hiatus treated you well; at least I hope? I think taking a break helps the spirit reform. ☺️❤️
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A had a terrible writers block dear. I am still coping up with it.
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Ah, shame to hear! Hopefully you can write it out. Otherwise, sending well wishes your way!!
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Aww, thank you love.❤️
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Such a dark poem! Great..
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Thank you
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Wow wow wow…
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That many wows! Thank you
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Wow to infinity 😉😉 You’re welcome 🌷🌷
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Thanks!
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Humans sure do stink sometimes! Great poem!
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beautiful writing ~ I am with you through the whole sorrowful journey
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Thank you so much.
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“A frenzied attack of humans is like the orange peel.
you wish to unveil the skin,
it pokes your eye like a stencil.”
Your words can capsize anyone, and sink in deep. Loved it. 🙂
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Oh wow. Thank you so much for your words
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You are welcome.🤗
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Just beautiful
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❤️❤️
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Running out of words to compliment your poetry!❤️
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You are kind.❤️
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Great poem and as usual perfect. Thank you MVS
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Thank you
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Oh ❤️ the most valuable when it’s from you MVS
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Beautiful.
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Beautifully written Devika though it talks of pain within the body and the soul and the sadness of the emotions woven around it, your impeccable writing makes it a delight for us readers.
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Pain is beautiful. I know.❤️
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Nice share 💐
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Superb
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Thank you dear
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective.
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👌👌👌👌👌 I have no reply
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Thanks for that even
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please don’t thank me… just keep writing.👍. your amazing as you’ve heed 1 million times.😊
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